Tuesday, May 19, 2009

this time

A product of all the times we were fucked up/ we were shoved last, we were messed up, for what/ because to panic you push the guy to your left/ and to panic you stomp the guy to your right/ that house that we rioted and burned/ our last version/ our last attempt to try to fight whatever system your making this time/ it was never right/ you love your synthetic people/ all of your prophetic people/ all of your reality and promis and you hand in all of your materials as you leave the stage empty.

1 comment:

  1. Hey daughter,
    are you still out there?
    Or perhaps hitching across country, dancing with the road?
    Drop me a line.
    with Love and Light